The atmosphere became somewhat heavy.

    Wen Renye loosened the collar of his crimson outer cloak with one hand and untied it and the snowflakes on it disappeared with a shake, he hung it up in his usual manner.

    “Who is this?” asked Wen Renye.

    Jiang Zheliu glanced over at him and said: “The Junior Lord of the Peerless Sword Pavilion, my junior.”

    This devil looked normal enough, but the hostility in his body was almost full to the point of overflowing, as if it was encircling around his neck, it was bone-chilling and enough to send a chill down anyone’s spine.

    Jin Yujie could guess why Vermilion Bird Zhenjun had not been able to take Jiang Qianbei away – this person had taken advantage of the situation and held Qianbei hostage.

    Jin Yujie’s back was wet from cold sweat, he didn’t look at the devil, his brain was too full of chaotic thoughts, he didn’t know what to make of all this drama, subconsciously thinking that his Qianbei had been forced in someway which made him compromise with the devil and share a home with him.

    Jiang Zheliu waved his hand and said to the young man in front of him that he had raised himself: “You, come over here.”

    Jin Yujie clenched his fist, so hard that he was almost making indents in the palm of his own hand, he hated himself deeply for his incompetence. He exhaled a long breath and sheepishly made his way over to Jiang Zheliu.

    “Since you know that I’m here,” Jiang Zheliu said, “there’s no need to keep looking, I’m just fine.”

    Jin Yujie nodded with difficulty, his gaze was obscure, it was unsure if he had actually taken note of what had been said.

    “And that goes for the others. The Way1 is long and difficult, and you have a boundless future, it is time to take up your responsibilities.” Jiang Zheliu’s tone was light, emanating a familiar ice-like aura.

    It was like the wind and snow of the Zhongnan Mountains, with a chill that rushed into your lungs, making you wake up instantly.

    Jiang Zheliu stretched out his hand, just as he had done many years ago, and touched the top of his hair calmly, but he only made contact with the cold hair ornament on top of his head.

    He retracted his hand and said quietly: “I won’t see you out, you should go home now.”

    Standing stunned for a moment, Jin Yujie suddenly clutched the other’s robes violently as the other was withdrawing his hand and he blurted out:“……Qianbei!”

    Not far behind him, the purple devilish dagger had clipped a fiery-red feather. It had missed Lie Zhen’s eye by just a breadth of a hair.

    This Vermilion Bird had arrived at an unknown time. It was as if he had just arrived, but at the same time perhaps he had been hanging around outside the window for a long while.

    Vermilion Bird Zhenjun transformed back into his human form. He bent down to pick up the loose feather from the ground and then jumped in through the window, glancing at the few people in the room. His gaze not even stopping on Jin Yujie, he walked straight up to his good friend.

    “Zheliu.” Lie Zhen pulled out a small jade bottle, the Immortal Healing Elixir from the Demon Realm. “I went back to bring something for you, I think it should be useful to you.”

    “But doesn’t gege always have a headache, it cures headaches too.” Ah-Chu blinked at him, his eyes revealed his desire to try to curry favour.

    Jiang Zheliu could sense he had an ulterior motive, but as they grew to live and get to each other better, he knew that this little deer was not wicked, so he didn’t say anything.

    He wasn’t sure if mortal medicinal wines could do anything good for this body, but due to its weak medicinal effects, it was a safer and easier option to try out.

    In the middle of their conversation, Wen Renye picked up his crimson cloak and turned to take a few steps outside, just as he was about to push the door open, he suddenly heard Jiang Zheliu’s voice.

    “Wen Renye?”

    Usually, he would have called him “Good Neighbour” or “Junior Lord”. He rarely called him by his full name.

    Wen Renye stopped and turned to face him.

    Jiang Zheliu stopped writing and looked at him for a moment, his eyes dark and bitter, not a single ray of light could penetrate.